The Meeting...
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So here I am trying to make it to 2nd period of school without any more drama than my usual presence evokes when I bump into a stonewall of gorgeous masculinity and am stomped;
First of all part of my gifts is being able to foretell what might happen and to sense whichever being was close by even before I saw them, it made navigating through school everyday a walk in the park but this glorious being I neither foresaw nor sensed, how could that be?
No one was exceptional to my abilities, not man or beast or demon, not even my mum or my dad. So who was he and most importantly he must be a new student cause no one ever dared to come close to 'the Freak'.
As usual my bad luck sips in and i fall down landing hard on my butt, damn these floors and damn my all stars where's the breaks when you need it, hearing snickers from passing students and the occasional mutter of 'freak' ,
I huff to myself trying to get up when a hand stretches out and i look up into the bluest eyes i have ever seen so blue am immediately reminded of the ocean at noon, as my eyes trail downwards i notice the striaght nose accompanied with a finely defined square jaw and pouty lips which were currently smiling at me revealing dimples in both cheeks,
Just great, now my heart is beating too fast and I swear the hallway suddenly feels hot and choked up and as if things couldn't get any worse he speaks;
'Hi, am so sorry lemme help you up?'
Huh, was that an accent,wait why aren't i breathing, why am i still on the floor, think no wait, speak, no breathe Ella, just breathe..
'Uhh... ya?' I reply, great now am a blubbering buffoon, since when? ooh curse hotness.
He helps me pick up my books since I ignore his hand while I dust off my jeans as i get up, well so much for navigation anyway looking up at him again am about to thank him when he says;
'you okay? You're not hurt are you?'
Hmm i must be dreaming hot and caring with a hint of...nothing
Feeling freaked out i quickly snap out of my thoughts
'Uh.. ya am okay thanks'
Grabbing my books from him i run off as fast as i can to the girls bathroom catching my breath once I've locked myself in a stall,
okay i know that was a little dramatic but in the past 5months i have learned the full meaning of better safe than sorry, i know i gave the onlookers more to talk about but i don't care, crush on zac effron look alike aside that guy had no aura and i literally could not get a read off him, who was he or should I say what is he but most importantly what the hell is he doing here?
I take a calming breath and open the stall going to the mirror i rinse my face and check my reflection, yep am still me jet black hair straight down to my waist, aquamarine eyes a weird mix of blue and green as rare as me, pixie like facial features with a petite body. I straighten myself to my 5ft 5inch height and walk out to my next class.
Geometry, whoever created this clearly had no social life or skill, dont get me wrong am a straight A student i just also happen to have a sense a fun at least i used to and to be honest most of our school work is so boring it can push even an immortal to death.
As Mr Abernathy drawls on i notice the zac effron look alike staring at me from across the class, huh must have zoned out,didn't hear when the new student was introduced, i do that a lot, i seem to do better studying myself than listening to the teacher, guess i will have to find out who he is some other way or i can simply do what i have been doing: mind my own business.
I look away from him and have the strangest feeling of falling and i catch myself in time to notice my ex-bestfriend trying to push my chair to tip over sideways with her legs from behind me, just great now what ?
Shouldn't she be paying attention to the lesson seeing as she is failing it, well i guess some people aren't born smart thinking how appealing it would be to give her a taste of her own medicine suddenly there's a loud c***k and a scream, turning back to see what happened i hear the whole class fall into fits of giggles then a roar of laughter erupts and i see Sheila butt flat on the ground looking shocked with the leg of her chair broken;
ooops! i must have been a little too focused on that pay back thought. Seeing the guilty look on my face she snarled at me screeching literally;
'You freak look what you've done, you are so gonna regret this you little freak, i'll make you pay for this'
Did i say ooops? I meant hahaha b***h you deserve it , now i may be taciturn by nature but ive never let anyone bully me and i wasn't gonna start now.
Mr Abernathy came running to help her up and asked;
'What happened Miss Wells?' And i said; 'I'm not the one who broke a metal chair with my fat ass and dented the floor'
The whole class erupts into laughter again and Sheila turns redder than a tomato screaming hysterically;
'She did this, she's a freak..i know she did this'
Pointing her fingers at me looking at me with such hatred i never could imagine being possible, thinking were we ever friends how did things get this bad? Tuning back to what was happening watching Sheila as she continued her rampage;
'Mr Abernathy we all are not safe with this freak allowed to be here she should be locked up,you saw what she did to me-'
Mr Abernathy quickly cuts her off
'Language Miss Adams i will not condone distractions in my class'
Shiela persisted 'But she's- '
But was cut off again; 'no buts detention both of you '
I like the rest of my class watched this drama and while Sheila kept protesting being given detention because of me i decided to defend myself as well;
'I refuse to be purnished when i did nothing wrong Mr-'
'Enough Miss Wells there will be no more talking from anyone till the end of class or else you will earn a weeks worth of detention ' interrupted Mr Abernathy,
As he turned back to the board and continued the lesson. Great as if my life wasn't hard enough now i got detention.
Well the truth was that everyone including my teachers were all afraid of me but unlike the students the teachers simply kept their opinions to themselves rather than accept the fact that the supernatural existed they simply pegged me as a disturbed teenager.
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